On Tuesday night I went to a ball. A ball in Cambridge. A ball called the St John’s College 2012 May Ball, which Time magazine ranked #7 in the list of ‘best parties of all time’. Woah.
Yes, it was on a Tuesday.
The ball was more like a fairground/wonderland/insight into how the other half live. It was amazing, a veritable maze of wonder and indulgence… at one point I took a wrong turn and found myself in a courtyard with tables and tables full of port where a full orchestra was accompanying an opera singer wearing leggings. Another few steps and I was in a section which had boats full of beers, a pimms fountain and a Glee club type group singing show tunes. It was a pretty standard Tuesday night for us.
There were bumper cars, the best fireworks I’ve ever see (and I’ve seen some fireworks!) a tent which was only for jager bombs (separate to the tent which was solely focused on red bull vodkas),a drag queen show and waaay too much dub step. Duncan discovered a section with fancy toasted sandwiches (sorry cambridge, croque monsieurs), alex and ella wound up in a photo booth which had breeze coming out of the floor for your own ‘marilyn over the vent’ moment and Jules found a tent which was making skittles-flavoured milkshakes. Indeed.
My friend Jules is a legitimate Cambridge lady (cause yes, I know people who do PhDs. Yep.) she’s very fancy and I assume (based on my first view at her life at St.John’s) lives every day in a haze of champagne, tuxedo-clad men and dub-step. In her entourage, she even had some swedish men who had little medals underneath their bow ties...how fancy.
|hairspray is the answer for a 10hour party.|
|The fruit section was, surprisingly, not a hit.|
|yep, thats a giant slide. and it's vertical. |
The biggest take-out for me (besides the knowledge that there is such a thing as too many cupcakes…) was how civilised and non-rowdy the crowd got. At 3am people were all still wearing shoes, no one had fallen off the bridges and there was not any smashed glass anywhere (despite the CRAZY fact that they served drinks in glass. In glass! Imagine!) and the many little tables set up in various nooks n crannies still had table cloths and vases full of flowers on them. Woah. There were even glass vases in the bathrooms (perhaps it’s more a reflection on me than Cambridge that I expect people to glass one another if there are bottles and vases around. Hmmm)
Around 4am alex was bullied by a horrible woman in the drag queen audience. She was mean and, fuelled by fancy champagne and a huge number of cupcakes, we told her as much. In a very English way, we said ‘you are not very nice’ to her and didn’t glass her.
Was prob a wise move.
At about 6am I discovered liss and jules in a tent full of beanbags and some men singing cute little ditties to them while Pablo napped in his chair. At that point, we went in search of the bumper cars to take a spin only to find it was being packed away and replaced by a giant waffle section near the men making bacon and egg rolls. We were easily distracted by this, and then the fact that 25 men stood on a stage singing harmonised Madonna songs.
When the sun came up it became apparent that my dress trails along the floor (prob more than usual given the fact I had swapped to flats at about 11pm…), so the 9hours I had spent dancing and walking through dirt and mud had not done it any favours… but then Liss suggested that we dance in the boats full of ice and we forgot about the mud. Weeeeeeeeeee.
Even though Julia promised me endless pick-n-mix lollies at this ball yet there was no pick-n-mix to be found (and believe you me, I looked.) it was still a damn fine way to spend a Tuesday night. thanks jules xx
|At about 7am we met Magnetic Man.. i think at this point we were discussing our opinion of dub step. Magnetic Man says yes.|
|sunrise, and not a soul in the river... we're not in kansas anymore it seems.|